A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! Another pre-written chapter!

Chapter 3

I was watching TV. Suddenly, a second me appeared on the screen, sitting on a beige couch. I knew exactly where Me II was. Me II was in his dressing room at the concert hall in San Francisco. It was the last time we'd seen each other before the tour left the state. Suddenly, I wasn't just watching the dream anymore, I was in it…

The door knob that lead to the add-on bathroom turned and Shane entered, freshly showered. He moved over to where I was sitting and sat beside me after kissing my forehead softly. We sat in silence for a moment, before we both started to speak.

"Shane-"

"Mitchie-"

We both fell silent, waiting for the other to continue. When neither did, we both said "You first," at the same time, then laughed again. Of course, our laughter wasn't completely happy.

Shane smiled saying, "Ladies first."

I looked at the ground, starting to speak, "This sucks. You have to go and be a Pop Sta-"

"Rock. Rock star," he interrupted.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I teased, before continuing, "Anyways, you have to go be a famous singer-person and I have to go back to school and pretend that you're not gone because nobody knows that you were here in the first place. And then you'll realize that I'm a nobody, and come to your senses and move on and-"

"Whoa, Whoa. You're not a nobody! I won't forget you. And I definitely won't move on!"

I avoided his eyes.

"Mitchie, it's not all that far away, and my cell reception happens to be awesome, so I'll call you, like, thirty times a day, kay?" He said softly, grabbing my hands in his.

I smiled slightly, nodding. Tears were stinging my eyes. I wanted to say something right then, but I couldn't do it. It was too early to say it. It might scare him off. It would definitely scare me off…

He smiled softly at me before kissing my forehead once again.

We stood, making our way slowly to the door. He stopped just before the door, causing me to stop as well. He turned to face me, brushing his hand across my cheek. I looked up and met his eyes, and he leaned down to kiss me. I met him halfway and I don't think I'd ever kissed anyone like that before. The kiss was full of passion and longing, and sadness, all at once.

We parted only when necessary, for air, and he rested his forehead against mine. We stood like that for a few minutes, before there was a knock on the door. Shane called for them to come in, and Nate poked his head around saying that it was time to go. Shane nodded and Nate closed the door once again. We kissed one last time before we emerged. Jason flung his arms around me, bawling that he was going to miss me so much, and then he threw them around Caitlyn, and then all three of us had the same idea, yelling 'GROUP HUG!' and throwing our arms around each other. We all looked over at Shane and Nate who rolled their eyes before walking over cautiously. We pulled them into our new, Epic Group Hug. That was probably the saddest group hug I've ever been a part of. It was a lot of me, Jason and Caitlyn crying and Shane trying not to and Nate trying to get everyone on the bus before they were late…

I sat up in bed, once again in a cold sweat. Why was I suddenly having these dreams? I didn't want to remember anymore. Why wouldn't my mind just let me forget?

Classes began in a flurry. It seemed like time would fly by here, much like it did last year. I was glad to have Brown's vocal class first thing, but was not looking forward to Shane's dance class after lunch, 2:00pm. Caitlyn tried to pretend that she wasn't eager to go either, but we both knew that she loved dancing, and couldn't wait. She got points for trying though…

Before Brown got to the cabin in which the class was held, we were just playing some random beat. Cait was up dancing around while Barron and Sander beat-boxed, some girl I didn't know played the tambourine, and Andy played the drums. The rest of the class, me included, clapped along to the rhythm. We were so caught up that we didn't notice Brown entering the cabin. Anna and I were sitting beside each other laughing and watching Caitlyn.

"Well, if the class is a rockin' then I'm glad I came a knockin'!" he shouted above the noise. I smiled remembering that it was the same phrase he'd used last year. We quieted down and Brown rubbed his hands together excitedly, licking his lips, "Alright, I see a few new faces, but pretty much the same, boring old crowd," He paused as cries of 'HEY!' sounded throughout the room. He laughed, "Only joking, only joking. Now, let's get to the real reason you're all here: music! Who would like to sing for me first?"

I remembered how he had picked me last year to go when I hadn't raised my hand, so I raised it this year, hoping he wouldn't pick me. He made eye contact with me, grinning, before turning his eyes to Anna, whose hand had not risen. I smirked, he was so going to pick Anna. After all, he'd already heard mostly everybody else sing in previous years.

Anna stood purposefully after he pointed to her. She wasn't about to be all nervous and back down. She walked to the front of the room, spun on her heel, and sang. My eyes widened. Wow. She was good.

"Why did I smile when I hurt insideSaid I was okay when I knew it's a lieI wanted to believe in youYou took your chances and one was meBut I'll just forgive you and set you free I'm on my wayYeah I'm stepping out of the haze and its so

Clear to me nowI got a whole new perspective It's so Clear to me nowYou can't treat me that way It appears to me How long you tried to make me think it was me Who was being the fakeSo Clear"

Everyone sat in an admirable silence.

"Wow, you have quite the voice. I didn't catch your name?"

"Anna Davis."

"Well, Anna Davis, welcome to Camp Rock. That wasn't an original though, am I correct?"

Anna blushed, "Yeah. I mean yes you are correct, it wasn't an original. It's just a song that I like. I'm not much of a songwriter…"

"Oh, well no worries, it was still brilliant. Take a seat."

I grinned broadly at Anna as she reclaimed her seat beside me, and other newbies went up to sing. Brown didn't readily hand out compliments, but he'd given one to Anna. That was a really good sign.

The next class I had solely with Anna: Song writing. Anna took it because she wanted to improve her skills, and I took it because it sounded reasonably fun.

When we arrived at the building, I was surprised to see Nate and Jason standing in the corner opposite the door, arguing. The room was empty when we entered.

"…he's not going to say anything Jase," Nate whispered urgently, although Anna and I could hear him just fine in the empty room. They obviously hadn't noticed our entrance.

"I don't understand what's so hard about it. Just say 'I'm sorry.' It always works for me."

Nate dropped his forehead into his hand, "Jase, this isn't some 'Oops I stepped on your toe' or 'Oops I forgot our anniversary'. This is serious. He can't just say he's sorry and expect everything to get better. Besides, you saw the way-" Nate stopped talking as I cleared my throat, alerting him to our presence. I swear Nate's face went from natural colour to bright red in about two seconds, "Mitchie! Hey!… How much of that did you hear, exactly?"

"Not much. But if you're talking about what I think you're talking about, Nate's right, Jase," I replied cryptically, earning a frown from Anna and a sigh from Nate.

An awkward silence followed, before Jason finally broke it by walking over to me, "I missed you so much Mitchie!" He engulfed me in a giant hug, which I returned.

Nate awkwardly came over as well, "Yeah. It hasn't been the same without you around."

I caught the drift of what he was saying, but feigned ignorance. I'd heard the stories about Shane's fits and screw-ups, but part of me was glad that he'd messed up some of the songs in one concert, and flat-out refused to sing Play My Music during the rest of the tour. I also heard that Connect 3's manager got really mad at him for that one. Nate seemed to notice that I really didn't care, and looked as though he was about to say something else, but I cut him off, grabbing Anna's arm and pulling her in front of me.

"I totally forgot! This is Anna. Nate and Jason, Anna. Anna, Nate and Jason."

Anna smiled politely, but I could tell that she was trying to figure out what was going on. She'd narrowed the whole situation down to: Shane broke Mitchie's heart. Now Mitchie says that she hates him, but still gets defensive of him at times. She really doesn't know the specifics of the whole mess.

We were saved from further conversation by the rest of the class trickling into the building. Anna and I took seats in the middle of the room, and I didn't miss the look she was giving me.

Nate and Jason started the class fairly quickly after that, and I paid them my full attention.

"So. This is Song Writing!" Jason said enthusiastically.

"Jason, they already know what it is. If they didn't know what it was, they wouldn't be here," Nate argued, rolling his eyes.

"Well do you have a better way to start off the class?" Jason retorted defensively.

"Hey everybody, I'm Nate, this is Jason, welcome to Song Writing. Let's get started."

Jason scoffed, "That was pathetic."

"Jase, just shut up and let's teach!"

Jason obliged and was silent.

"Alright, I know that you all want to write songs, like, now, but first you have to learn basics. So, Jason and I have compiled a pretty simple list of the tools you'll need."

Jason took over, "First, how many of you play instruments?"

Nate rolled his eyes at the stupid question and everybody raised their hands.

"We're at a musical camp Jason. Of course people are going to play instruments…" The younger boy said.

"Right, well then. How many of you use your instruments to write songs?" he asked. I was actually surprised at how professional he was being through all of this. Jason wasn't as dumb as everyone seemed to think, but I had no clue he could sound so mature. Okay, that sounded mean, but what other way is there to put it?

A few hands dropped.

"How many of you would say that you are good songwriters?" Jason asked.

More hands dropped, mine and Anna's included.

"Mitchie, you're lying, you're an amazing songwriter!" Jason exclaimed as he saw my hand drop. Pink flushed my cheeks when he singled me out, and Nate cleared his throat. "What? It's true!" Jason added defensively.

"Anyways." Nate pressed on, "Lets get started with how to write a good song. First, it must have some sort of emotion behind it, a personal connection is beneficial. You have to make the listener feel what you feel, or what you would feel. You have to draw them in and make them want to listen. So, let's go around the room and share some emotions or experiences that you could base a song on."

Nate and Jason pointed to random people and we eventually made a list of different things to write a song about.

Jason looked up from the list, "One more… Mitchie! What's an idea?"

I sat frozen. I hadn't expected him to call on me. I really didn't want to answer, but blurted out the first word that came to mind, "Cheaters."

Nate cringed a little when he heard that and I felt Anna shift beside me. Add another piece to that puzzle she was figuring out. I figured I should just tell her so she's not left in the dark to figure it all out herself.

"Alright…" Jason seemed a bit startled by my answer as well, but wrote it down.

"Now, who knows what comes first when writing a song?" Nate questioned.

"The words?" someone called.

"The music?" Someone else shouted.

"Either can come first, although it's easier to work lyrics around music than having to work music around lyrics. But what should come even before these two is the title. You want to get a title for your song, and then make a list of questions the title makes you ask. You also want to make a list of words and phrases that the title may make you think of."

"You can make a list of opposites after you make the list of associates as well," Jason cut in, "And after you have this, then try to start your chorus and the verses will follow and so on and so on."

Jason and Nate were doing surprisingly well with their lesson as they continued on. They explained the full process of writing the lyrics for songs that expressed emotions but didn't tell stories, saying that they would get into writing songs that tell stories tomorrow.

I groaned as Caitlyn pulled me eagerly toward the dance class.

"Do I have to?" I whined. Alright, so maybe that was a little over-dramatic, but I really didn't want to see him.

"Michelle Torres!" Caitlyn scolded, pulling me along more firmly. I finally gave in as we rounded the corner and were in plain sight. I wasn't about to let anyone but Caitlyn see my reluctance to go in there.

We sat with Peggy, Barron and Lola until Shane came in. I admit, it scared me a little. It was like that first day last year, when he'd stormed in and ordered us around. He didn't exactly bark at us this time, but he cut it pretty close.

"Grab a mic, guys," he told us without even really looking at anyone, before continuing to his apparent destination: the CD player. I had an odd feeling that Shane was about to do that about-face change I'd mentioned yesterday…

Once we had our mics, we sat back down, and Shane actually looked at us. I felt his eyes on me but looked anywhere except at him. I finally felt his gaze leave me after what felt like an hour, but in reality, it was only a couple of seconds.

"Alright, so it's another year, and Unc- Brown has asked me to teach dance, yet again. So, I got some stuff ready and you all know that during the last two weeks we rehearse for the Final Jam jam session. So lets get started."

He took us through some basic steps, being mostly civil, although he did snap at some newbie for talking.

After the class ended, I was the first one out. Caitlyn hung farther back, but I told her I was going to help my mom. She nodded, although she didn't believe a word I said, and I took off.

As you guessed, I didn't go help my mom. Instead, I walked around aimlessly, eventually finding myself by the lake. I stopped short when I heard a voice singing to a guitar.

"I should be number one with you,

Instead I'm falling short.

I should be your whole wide world,

But I'm not even a small part.

I don't want to live this way,

I don't want to try to compare.

Let's face it.

Oooooooooohhh

You don't love me like you should.

You don't care like I wish you would.

Instead of loving me so dear,

You're obsessed with your career.

Yeahhhhhhhhh

You're obsessed with your career."

As the singer struck the final chord, I stepped out from behind the tree to see who it was. I was behind them, so whoever it was couldn't see me. I had been prepared to see anybody except who I did.

"Tess?" I exclaimed, startled that it was her singing those words.

Tess whirled around, face set in that cold mask she'd become accustomed to, "Mitchie. What are you doing here?" she snapped.

I was taken aback by her sudden change in attitude from our previous conversation, "Walking. Last time I checked, I was allowed to."

Tess winced slightly, "Yeah."

I could tell that she hadn't meant to snap at me, but I also knew she wasn't about to apologize for it.

"So… I liked your song…"

"You did?" She actually seemed surprised.

"Yeah. It was really good. Is that what you were working on Opening Night?"

"Yeah. It's not finished yet, but I'm not totally sure. I don't usually write very much music. Especially not completely from scratch. Usually I at least have pre-composed music to work with."

"No, it's good. You should keep going with it," I encouraged. Tess was suddenly a much more confusing person than I'd made her out to be.

The blonde nodded at me, before turning to look out at the lake, "She's just… She just never has any time for me… And I figured that if… if she could hear me singing about it… maybe she'd understand… because music seems to be the only way to reach her…"

I had a feeling she was talking about her mom. I walked over and placed an awkward hand on her shoulder. Comforting the girl you hate isn't really something you can do with ease.

I spun when I heard voices calling my name. Tess's eyes widened. I knew it was because she didn't want to get caught with me, and it didn't surprise me in the least.

As Tess and I went our separate directions, I couldn't help but wonder why she had told me what she did. After all, Tess Tyler wasn't known for her openness.

A/N: I know, those lyrics Anna sang up there weren't mine… They belong to Miley Cyrus… As much as I dislike her (no offence to Miley fans intended. Just my personal opinion).

However, Tess's song was me writing, so if you think I don't totally suck at writing songs, let me know, and I'll attempt more in future chapters. I have one that I'm working on for Mitchie to sing later, but if you guys think I'm bad at writing the songs, I'd rather not ruin this with me writing them. I can always find some pre-existing songs and none of the campers will sing originals this year! haha.

And also, in Mitchie's dream at the beginning, Caitlyn is crying, and I just wanted to explain that she and Nate aren't dating at that point, but she was crying because she's become good friends with Connect 3, and because she was friends with Nate and such, so it was sad for her as well.

One more thing in this huge author's note: my source for the song writing info in Nate and Jason's lesson: www. /write.html

Just take out the spaces.